Ok, don't worry yourselves everyone. This is not a drill. Due to Deviant Art's word cap, I realized a bunch of edits going into my story have not been getting updated. So, I made a Google Doc which you can follow here docs.google.com/document/d/1Nw… or an actual hyperlinky thingy below in the description. I was gonna just delete this and re-post something about it, but with so many of you commenting I was just overcome by your words. So, I wanted to keep them so that I can remember you all! Thanks!

IMPORTANT OVER THE REST! Here is the link to the google docs version. I'm not sure how commenting works in that program, but you can simply comment here if you'd like. [link]

Edit 12/04/2011 Well, some people have been having problems with gdocs, so I now have it up on FiMfiction.net, here ya'll go! [link]

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This story, though it's original intentions were not existant, has opened my own eyes to how I write a story. It's not always about the details, or how much content is in it. It's about finding that right tone for the story; nailing down the emotion as it fills your mind with it's words. And, most important about this story, I do not give you, the readers, a full ending.

Why?

It's simple; if I gave you guys an ending, say I whether Dashie remembers her memories or not, then that means the story is done. That's it, so you are done worrying about it. With leaving this open for you, it sticks in your mind longer. You think about it, what could have happened or what you want to happen. That, is this stories goal. It is to keep you wondering, thinking, about what could happen.

I know there will be many people who wish to continue this story. Give closure to it, and make it happy. That is fine. That just means that is how they want it to end, but does not mean it is officially how it ends. I leave that up to you, my readers, to question, ponder, and wonder what becomes of Dashie and her adoptive father.

Thank you, again, for reading this. It has meant a lot to hear such good about this simple writing.

On another note, I'd like to give a huge thanks once again to my editor, and he has even graced us with some words, so if you'd like here you go! Copy/pasta'd from the chat with him.

Hi there! I'm Peppermint Jam, editor of "My Little Dashie." I just wanted to say a few things, since, well, editors rarely get thier voice heard(as far as I know).

Anyway, a while ago, ROB sent me a note over Deviantart, asking me to edit this fic of his. He told me it was based off of that one comic that is linked in the story. I had seen the comic, and that made me a little wary.

Then I read it. Oh Celestia, the emotions I felt while reading...I broke down in a Starbucks. I had to be a part of this. I told him I'd edit it, for great justice.

One week, many arguments, a few revisions, and three nights without sleep, and here we are. I'm not surprised at how popular this is. I knew this would be something great. I've noticed that the ending has a bit of a love/hate relationship. I want it to be clear that it was left open like that on purpose. We wanted the reader to come to their own conclusion. I still have about four different endings sitting on my desktop. They will probably never be posted.

I've learned a lot this past week or so. A lot about writing, and a lot about myself. It's been a pleasure being a part of this.

I just want to say thank you. To everyone. This fandom never ceases to amaze me. It's the first one I've been a part of, and the first one that's changed me for the better.

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Hope you enjoy this, it's based off of a comic I saw on Equestria Daily a day or so ago. [link] by this amazing man here: [link]

For additional fan work of this story, check out my favorite gallery here: [link]

If you make something and wish it to be shared in the folder, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'd love to have it in there!

, and thanks guys, and I hope to continue to get this fine tuned when needed.

Shit, how could I forget? My Little Pony, the pony characters used, and Equestria in general all belong to Hasbro. I hope you guys don't get mad over this and send it, or me, to the moon.

hey man I know I commented in Gdoc but the fact you kept the main character nameless is brilliant because it means at times you can put yourself (meaning both the reader and the creator) into the story.

and I do honestly hope you find a way to continue this work, there's already a few sequels off your stories (as you may have already seen and possibly read) and maybe work with the other writers who have been inspired by your awesome work, I've read one in particular that shows especially high promise.

You are the best author I've ever had the honor of reading. I know you get this a lot, but you had me crying at the end. The line "...Just how could I blame somepony?" was what got me. For everyone who finished it, you know I'm telling the truth when I say that from that line on, following the amazing story up to it, is one of the most heartfelt moments ever put into words. I left the longer comment on WaltzBrony's comic's end, but it applies here too. Others describe it better than I did, but the emotions are still there, Brony or not.

That was the absolute most emotional fanfic I have ever read and it actually made me cry. This was an awe inspiring, amazing, heartfelt, piece of work, and I feel that you should be an author when you grow up. The best books, the best series, the best fanfics, they're emotional and make you feel the rainbow of emotions. You have tapped into this magical writing power with this fanfic and you deserve an award. This....this was one of the best things ever. It hurt to read it, but I'm glad I had the opportunity to experience something so great and heartfelt.

You should make an ending cause I cant sleep. I keep thinking how would it end for dashie and will they ever see each other again, and how would it happen if I would find Dashie on the street like that. The only thing I can say about that is that teaching her how to fly would be even harder cause of the nearby airport thats owned by the military.

There are two things on the internet that should be spncered by tissue companies.First thing are great stories like this that make people cry and probably think about it every day.And the other thing is porn.

I feel the need to say this now.I read this story years ago - it's part of my past. I used to be part of my older brother's group of friends because I had no real friends for my own. I used to spend day after day in classes literally afraid that if I didn't sit perfectly still and answer my questions and do my work and get perfectly average levels then I'd be bullied. Because it was true. I spent all day every day in fear.I would come home and play video games until it was time to eat, then I'd eat, then I'd sleep. Weekends were only good because they meant that I had more time to play video games.My older brother's friend discovers MLP and they all watched the first episode for the first time together. I was so closed up and stubborn and unchangeable and afraid of anything new that I didn't bother looking at it until a few months later.Magic.I forget what it was for but I was already reading fan fictions. I looked, after some time, for some MLP fanfictions and I saw a few. None of them really interested me that much but I liked some of them a lot.It took me about another month after reading MLP fan fictions to decide to give this 'My Little Dashie' that everyone was using as the set standard for the god of fan fictions.And I did. And I cried. And I made my little brother read it. And I cried again, and again, and again that night while I was trying to sleep, and again that next day, all the way through school I didn't speak because I was scared there'd be nothing come out but cries. I spent 6 hours of school with tears in my eyes. Silent trip back home. Silent day, lying down.I just couldn't. I couldn't comprehend, I couldn't talk, I couldn't focus or listen or play or work or anything.I didn't know it then but I was breaking my shell.Since then I've made more friends than I can count or remember the names of. I've joined a band, I listen to music all the time, I read fics and write fics and read books and sometimes write short stories as well, but not novels.I got more adventurous - ate new food, drank new drinks, left the house (literally the first time I went outdoors away from school in years), got a girlfriend - perhaps not the best example because I couldn't get her to leave the house and she dumped me because her friend hated me for no reason 6 weeks later and I don't count it as a relationship which means that in my opinion I've never had a girlfriend, but oh well - I got attached to people - see before rant - I got attached to things, I gathered a draw full of memories, I lost friends, I lost family, I got a new computer desk and treated it like it was made of gold - use a god damn coaster, please and thank you - went to Greece, made friends there, came back to GB, made friends in America - the internet is a wonderful place - lost contact with friends in America, regained contact with those same friends in America and became the god damn king of advice giving to friends - most of it's ignored and I let them graze their knee for it, but oh well - so on so forth.I just want to tell you that if it weren't for this fiction, and I think of this fiction every damn day, I wouldn't be where I am today.Given, I'm in the middle of one of those stupid moments where you fall in love and compliment the girl all the time (long god damn story and I'll not bore you with it), but that's not bad, that's good, because two years ago I couldn't talk to my best friend. Hell, I couldn't talk to my own brother, and we'd shared a room for 10 years before we moved and now I feel depressed on the days he spends all his time with his girlfriend and I can't talk to him, but it doesn't matter because I love life!Thank you - you didn't just let me live, care, love and bear through bad times, but the chances are that by now if I hadn't read this story, I'd of started thinking more like I do now and thought that a life without feeling where I have to suppress my schoolwork - which is now, thanks to you, doing so well I'm getting A's B's and C's in the tests that I'm meant to be doing in 2 years (which means - if I learnt as slow as average people did - I'd be getting straight A*'s when I do take the tests) - which is what I spend a third of my life working on just so I don't feel like dying, I would of decided a life like that isn't worth living.But now I realize that I could be the one to find a Dashie on the pavement. Everyone is likely to find a Dashie on the pavement sooner or later, and that's worth living for!I want to live thanks to you, I want to love thanks to you, I want love thanks to you and I know who I want love from thanks to you.You didn't just save one life in saving mine though - I'm working on my grades and I'm going to become a medical doctor specializing in diagnostics. I'm going to save more people's lives, and when they thank me, I'll be telling them not to thank me, I'll be telling them to thank Dr. Rob Cakeran because there's never going to be anyone called Dr. Rob Cakeran in the hospital and they'll have to Google him and there's a good chance they'll find this, and if they do then they might read it and be happy and it could let them cope with whatever disabilities or irreversible effects they have, and then you'll of helped someone again.It'll be a longshot every time, but every time I save someone who's got their life at risk, and every time they thank me I'll tell 'em it was all Dr. Rob Cakeran's doing and that they should find him on the computer at home because he doesn't come in right now.So again, thank you, thank you, thank you, because you've saved my life and the quality of my life, and you'll save thousands and thousands more to come.

I don't really count my first relationship as a relationship it was so bad, but I can help ya through it if you need. I had mine 9 months ago now and I'm well over it and into the final stage of pushing the same chick away now because she's been wanting me back these last 6 months. Shoot me a note if you want any help.

I don't feel like words can do this story justice (a bit ironic). This story was... Beautiful. Every minute was a wonderful flowing one, full of life. There was joy, there was laughter, there was sadness, there were many years shed. This is a beautiful story. Not awesome or amazing. Just beautiful.